God Moves In
A Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform

He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill

He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face

His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour

The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain

God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain